"Any woman, I only need one glance! To instantly know her measurements! All she has to do is look at me once, and she'll be completely in love with the magnificent me!" This was what Lin Liqiang most frequently said in front of Qin Fen and Inzaghi.

"Which matter?" A look of disbelief flashed across Lin Liqiang’s sunny face. "You really don't know? No way! At this point, I suspect you aren't even a student at Jianzhong. No, I suspect you aren't even a man anymore... Buddy, you didn't ruin your male functions while practicing your cultivation technique, did you? I told you so! I told you to practice the New Martial Arts with me, look at you... look at the mess this has caused."

Lin Liqiang wore an expression of heartbroken sorrow, ceaselessly patting Qin Fen’s shoulders, appearing as if he were mourning a deceased comrade at a gravesite.

"Qin Fen is not you." The brief words carried a rare crispness and detachment, yet in the ears of Lin Liqiang and Qin Fen, they held an emotion others could never perceive.

Inzaghi, the exchange student, a super genius from Europe! Academically, he was the only anomaly capable of challenging Lin Liqiang, and physically, he was just as striking—a cool figure who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Lin Liqiang. His martial arts prowess wasn't kept secret like Lin Liqiang’s; everyone at school knew him as a top-tier Two-Star expert. Some speculated that if Inzaghi hadn't chosen to hone his skills in the lower tiers, he would have already broken through to the Three-Star or even Four-Star level! At the Island Province High School Athletic Meet, he was nicknamed the All-Around Superman.

Of course, much like Lin Liqiang, what drew the most attention to Inzaghi wasn't his appearance or combat ability, but his innate talent in pharmacology.

If Lin Liqiang was potentially the future top biochemical beast expert for the Earth Alliance, then Inzaghi was likely to become the Earth’s foremost master of elixirs.

Lin Liqiang and Inzaghi were hailed as the Twin Stars of Jianzhong, standing at the very apex even when compared to all high schools across East Asia.

Bystanders often turned to stare curiously at the peculiar trio. Although these three gathered every morning, perhaps even throughout the day, their bizarre composition, persisting for nearly three years, still baffled onlookers.

Two high schoolers, both considered top-tier talents in East Asia, possessing abilities surpassing many PhDs, and both destined to be tomorrow’s stars in their respective fields, were friends with a country bumpkin.

Country bumpkin! Yes! Qin Fen had heard himself described this way behind his back more than once. This wasn't because he was eavesdropping deliberately; it was just that whenever he went to the restroom for his more serious business, he inevitably overheard such whispering critiques.

Almost everyone was utterly perplexed. While Qin Fen studied diligently, his grades were merely average. His family background was poor, and he lacked the courage to fight even the smallest skirmish. How could he possibly be associated with two future superstars?

Qin Fen had, on occasion, asked them both about this. Lin Liqiang’s answer was: "Making friends is like finding a woman. It’s all about the feeling. If there’s no spark, I’m not interested, no matter how beautiful the woman. But you two relax, I only feel things for women, not any special preferences for you guys."

Hearing this, Qin Fen could only offer a helpless smile. Making friends, indeed, was just as Lin Liqiang said—it required a feeling. These two standing before him were future superstars, yet he never viewed them as such monumental figures; it was simply a friendship. This fact astonished many classmates. By what right did Qin Fen feel he wasn't inferior to these two?

Inzaghi’s response to Qin Fen’s question was far more concise than Lin Liqiang’s. He offered just four words: "They look pleasing."

"Old Qin is indeed not me," Lin Liqiang said with a grin, draping his arm over Inzaghi’s shoulder. "Looks like you know about this matter. Hey, Old In, I didn't expect you to dabble in gossip. What? Has your stone heart finally been moved?"

"Heard it occasionally," Inzaghi replied, still radiating cool confidence. He hadn't sought out this information; the matter had simply spread so widely that he couldn't avoid hearing the gossip, even if he tried.

Inzaghi could only express resignation toward Lin Liqiang’s somewhat roguish demeanor. After being pestered by Lin Liqiang’s scoundrel-like habits for two years, he had grown accustomed to it.

Of course, this tolerance was reserved solely for Lin Liqiang’s particular brand of swagger. If anyone else dared treat him with such casual insolence, they would at least leave him with an eternal memory, if not a bruised face.

"What are you two talking about?" Qin Fen remained genuinely bewildered.

"Women," Inzaghi answered with characteristic brevity.

Qin Fen blinked, then glanced at Lin Liqiang beside him and smiled slightly. "That makes sense; that’s the only topic he gets this animated about."

"Exactly," Inzaghi immediately and clearly aligned himself with Qin Fen.

"This time, I’m not exaggerating!" Lin Liqiang's excited expression vanished quickly, replaced by one of solemn seriousness. He lowered his voice, as if plotting something illicit, and said, "This new transfer student, Song Jia, is something else! Her grandfather is the head of one of Earth's Five Great Conglomerates. And, coincidentally, she is the only precious daughter in her generation."

"Goldmine," Inzaghi continued with his short, direct assessment.

"More than that." Lin Liqiang shook his head. "Generally, the children of immense wealth excel in demeanor, but their looks aren't necessarily stunning. But this girl, her looks and bearing are both top-tier. Boys at countless schools across East Asia consider her their dream girl. I heard once her email account was leaked, and that ten-gigabyte mailbox was completely stuffed with love letters..."

"Whoever gets her can skip a lifetime of struggle," Qin Fen habitually summarized briefly, much like Inzaghi. He supposed this was one reason he and Inzaghi could be friends.

"That... haha..." Lin Liqiang shook his head repeatedly. "Do you dare pursue a woman like that? Many sons of prestigious families have embarrassed themselves in front of her."

Qin Fen pulled a face and said nothing. Such a noble heiress was indeed not someone an ordinary person could pursue.

"Qiangzi, still badmouthing me behind my back?"

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